Baby Bash - Old School lyrics

Chorus: Marty James I took the top off My black sixteen Yeah I'm a hand some corners On my ride today In my old school In my old school In my old school In my old school In my old school [Verse 1: Nino Brown] It's the most Original, generated The most wanted Most hated, Chevrolet holmes Completely outdated Candy painted pearl blue Nino Beezy From La-leezy Bet I got them dame piece breezies, fool All up in my old school It's like a penthouse suite Leather tucked in roll, nina, she up under my seat Creased up linen Hundred spoke D spinnin' My primo Bash, we gon' keep winnin', mayne Three wheel motion and sippin' on that lethal potion Salud That means we toastin', mayne Bumpin' this old school We keep it so true I'm in the fast lane, doin' 'bout twenty, holmes Repeat Chorus [Verse 2: Baby Bash] I backs out from the G-rage Looking like a mirage Bumpin' that Love To Hate From Bash and T-Boz Apple over silver Candy paint dripper Pull the top back and blow the smoke out the swisha Chevy strikin' heavy, straight hoggin' the lanes No time for battle rappin', mayne, I'm ballin' for change You know my six-tre is timeless, con me and Pocahontas Take a little cruise, while we smokin' on the finest Pre-Chorus: Baby Bash It's 85 outside, so I parked the Esco Hit the car show, when I hit my desto They say, "Ronnie Ray, how you get so fly" Up in my old school, lookin' so P.I Repeat Chorus [Verse 3: Battle Loco] I got a fleet line, cool pipe, fresh dipped chrome Two pack pop Don's In Suicide clothes Two Cover Girl heinas with they high heels on Put they monkey on the bumper, low ride fa 'sho I'm gangsta down 501 Stacy Adams Ducktales shirt, Godfather with the cannon Skirts wore in hers, look like the back fingers draggin' Days like diamond seat threw in when I cashin' A bar in the back, like it's made for a mack Flake invisible roof That'll drop like a rag Music gon' blast to the sound of the 12 gauge Bumpin' down the block, speakers 'bout to catch a murder case Marvin Gaye singing loud like he still here Girls throwin' thongs in the window, sayin' "Hell yeah" Loco, ghetto born, land of grafitti Gettin' detailed up Like two sweeties in teeny bikinis (GANGSTA!) Repeat Chorus [Nino Brown] Yeah Ha Put it down, boy Cigar Baby Bash Battle Loco Mark Trizzown Nino Briddown Ha Cosmos, yeah Shinin' up that old school, baby Playboy